Post by Tara Fenix on Jun 4, 2010 22:11:08 GMT -6
Legend:
Text = Past
Text = Tara Speaking
Text = Angel Speaking
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Text = First Person Perspective
Text = Past
Text = Tara Speaking
Text = Angel Speaking
*Text.* = Action
Text = First Person Perspective
March 29, 2009
{Tara is finally showing signs of life, slowly moving her fingers. Reeshi slides into the ring and runs over, and stomps on Tara's hand, possibly even breaking it. Reeshi shows no remorse as he just laughs at Tara, who's now holding her possibly broken hand.}
*Scene opens up.*
My eyes drifted away from the camera, as the people could see what I was doing… hear… what I was doing. I closed my eyes. It seemed that there was not one part of my mind that was blank - my match. My love. Everything just racing through my mind as I was recalling the past. I gasped, and took in a sharp breath, abruptly opening my eyes… I felt a stinging pain in my right hand, and rubbed it very gently as I bit my bottom lip. “Where was I?” I thought, as I finally looked toward the camera. Remembering where I was. Remembering where I’ve been.
“For as long as I could remember, my wrestling career has been the same old song and dance… Night in, night out. Week in, week out. Year by year. What’s this famous story, you ask? I’ll tell you.”
A famous story that many people like me have gone through.
“The underdog.”
I hated to think about it like this, but my story as the underdog was truer than the story itself. Everything… stacked against me. Everybody… bigger than me. Everybody… more powerful than me. Nobody with as much heart, though.
“The person that everyone looks at and doesn’t believe has a chance at winning because of the size difference that was always there… Because of the natural strength that they possessed over me. What did I do?”
{Tara sits up on both her knees, thinking to herself how she can inflict more pain onto her opponent. She takes a good first step by grabbing the chair, and slamming it into the chest of Reeshi. Reeshi looks glazed over, moving very slowly, so Tara takes advantage by grabbing him by the head, and dragging him to the side of the railing. Tara slaps Reeshi in the face before walking over to the chair she's previously used, but is unsatisfied. She asks a young fan to give her a chair and he easily obliges, giving the chair to Tara. Tara walks over to Reeshi and hits him with another chair shot in the chest, sending Reeshi down to his side. Tara places the new chair in front of Reeshi's face, and she walks back and on top of the other railing. She balances herself perfectly, and then leaps off from one side of the railing to another, driving both of her feet into the chair, and into Reeshi's face!}
“Adapt.”
{He just gives a sick grin, before flipping Tara onto his shoulders, but before he can slam her to the mat, Tara grabs onto a piece of the set above her! Reeshi tries to pull her off, but she is holding on tight, refusing to let go. Reeshi finally lets go of Tara, as Tara pulls herself and sits on top of the part of the stage. Reeshi shakes his head and puts his hands on his waist, telling Tara to come down. The bloody Tara shakes her head, and instead gives Reeshi the middle finger, which angers Reeshi! He begins climbing up the stage and towards Tara, all while Tara begins to unravel something next to her. Reeshi is halfway there, and Tara begins to try to kick him away. Reeshi resists, climbing up to the set Tara is sitting on. Reeshi begins to pull himself over, but Tara has a chain in her hand and she begins to wrap it around Reeshi's neck! Reeshi tries to fight it but Tara has tied it tight and she kicks Reeshi in the face pushing him off, forcing Reeshi to hang from his neck a few feet off the floor!}
"I adapted to the fact that I was smaller than everyone else, and I worked on things where I could excel - I learned the art of submission, and technical wrestling. Keeping my opponent grounded, and wearing them down until they just can’t physically get up, kick out, or have no choice but to tap out… It wasn’t enough, though. The power was still overwhelming; so I needed to learn to stay on my feet, and keep moving… hit them with quick moves, and keep moving. That’s where I picked up my quickness, learned to hit those ropes, and my opponent at any and every angle.”
Any angle, I repeated in my head. My arm finally seemed to stop hurting, after recalling the pain that I was in more than a year ago… It all replayed in my head, and just the thought of the physical punishment that I had endured was enough to make my face cringe. Remembering how it felt to wear that crimson mask… and taste it. I was able to get through it, though.
“It’s part of the game… To adapt.”
I took another deep breath, and my mind finally came to my current skill - not my opponents, no. Not them. I couldn’t be bothered to think about them, at the moment, because all that I could think about was… adapting.
{Tara lies on her face, all while Reeshi lies on his back, eyes closed. The arena is shaking from the fans, possibly motivating Tara to crawl towards the ropes. The blood drips from her nose, but Tara is able to pull herself up to her own two feet. She is unable to keep balance so she falls back first into the corner, as she stares down at a downed Reeshi. She shakes her head, her blood steaming as she walks over and grabs on of the chairs. Her hand is obviously in pain, but she shows no concern, she begins to drive the steel chair into Reeshi's face repeatedly. Tara shows no signs of slowing down, every chairshot is harder then the one before; every shot makes blood splatter across the ring, Reeshi's face now getting swollen and bloody. After ten vicious times of slamming the chair into Reeshi's face, Tara drops the chair and falls to her knees, in a complete and emotional wreck over the whole match and rivalry with Reeshi. She shakes her head, but is in complete and utter shock as Reeshi slowly tries to get up. She shakes her head, but gets over and walks over and grabs him by his head, helping him get up and she puts him in a facelock. She shakes her head, and uses all her energy to run towards the ropes, climb up, flip over and slam the back of Reeshi's head into a chair with the Siren! The emotional Tara hooks the leg of Reeshi, and the referee counts...1...2...3!}
“I’m in… what would best be described as a transitional period. Because of what I’m used to being - I’m used to being that underdog, but for the first time in my career… I’m looking across the ring, and I’m seeing people where I could have an entirely new arsenal - without giving up my current one, mind you.”
Thousands of moves that I could learn came into my mind. A new arsenal of moves that I would actually be able to complete, and show that Emma isn’t the only one who could power bomb an opponent.
“I need to adapt from the underdog; to the top dog.”
There was no mistaking it, even without wanting to boast about myself - even with everybody that didn’t give me the respect that I felt I deserved, I am nearing the top of this mountain.
“There’s more going on in my mind than usual, though…”
I paused to think about everything racing through my head.
“For a long time, I’ve been able to get into that ring and look across at my opponent. I would have nothing else on my mind, just focus solely on my opponent… or opponents… Nothing else mattered to me. Nothing existed outside of that ring the moment that I heard that bell sound to start the match, to the point that the bell sounds to end the match. Nothing existed.
I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m fighting for… What gives me the will to get into that ring, and prove myself to be the greatest wrestler in the history of this industry. What keeps me from staying down. There’s more to it than just the competitors inside the ring, and whatever happens inside that ring… Much more.”
The answer was never given.
“Who am I fighting for?”
I’ve never felt quite so safe as I did in the arms of Angel, right now… we were cuddled together, laying on top of the bed in the hotel room, my head on his chest as I felt his hand running through my hair. I closed my eyes as he held me - I could just feel myself becoming stronger, just knowing the love that he had for me. Part of me couldn’t help but think if the love that he knew I had for him did the same thing. The words rang into my head…to get out…but I shook my head, telling the voice “no”.
Tara:
“Angel…”
My voice, I kept low, dreading that very second where I broke the silence - but rejoicing by the way I was finally able to say it… Smiling over the point that his name was truly what he was to me. An angel. My guardian angel. My savior. I felt his eyes look towards me, and linger on me for several seconds… his breathing slowed.
Angel:
“Yes?”
His voice was so stern, but sweet. I looked up at him, seeing that he was smiling to me - just that smile seemed to make me melt into him.
Tara:
“I’m just thinking.”
I began to lower my head, just to feel his hand come under my chin and lift my head back up so that he could keep staring into my eyes. I blushed. The grin on his face became wider, and I tried to look away, once again, to no avail - I smiled at him, and took his hand with both of mine.
Angel:
“What were you thinking about?”
Tara:
“Just… a reason for me to keep getting in the ring.”
The words the escaped me seemed to puzzle Angel. His hand continued to go through my hair.
Angel:
“Were you thinking of calling it quits?”
I shook my head.
Tara:
“No. Just wondering why I do… and why I can’t call it quits.”
Angel:
“What reason did you come to?”
I paused a moment, unable to take my eyes off of him. His eyes didn’t leave mine, either… My hands stayed on one of his. These few seconds felt like minutes. With our gaze just locked on each other. Again, I broke the silence.
Tara:
“You.”
“I shouldn’t need to say anymore about who I’m fighting for.”
The World Champion.
“Knowing this, knowing who I’m fighting for; knowing that I’m fighting for someone other than just me… that’s what kept me going, each and every night. It allows me to keep getting up, and asking for just a little more punishment. It’s what lets me get up to my feet, stare every woman directly in the eyes before - laying them out.”
I felt my foot begin to itch, just wanting to connect with a Fenixide Kick to someone… Okay, okay. I couldn’t even lie to myself; to Joanne Canelli. I smiled to myself while thinking about this, but tried to ignore it to continue on with speaking to her.
“Joanne Canelli. The woman that just can’t seem to shut up about me, and I won’t deny… I’ve done my fair share of talking about her. I hope that I don’t sound too repetitive by bringing this up, again, but it just gets me a little bit frustrated with her - she doesn’t know the love that I feel. She doesn’t know what Angel means to me, or what Aaron means to me - and she definitely has no idea what WRESTLING means to me! Does it really get in the way? Is it really keeping me from being focused on my upcoming match? I don’t believe it is… As I said, I have something to fight for, now. I have someone to fight for.
I know what it is you’re trying to do, Joanne… You think that you know me because you’ve fought me on several occasions, and on each occasion, you saw me… pissed off. You saw these people fear my name, but respect my name - You saw my emotions get the best of me. Because I couldn’t stay calm long enough to secure a victory. Because I allowed myself to be blinded. I was fighting for myself. I was selfish.
If you really… truly want me at my best, Joanne, you’re going to pray that Angel doesn’t break my heart. Because this is when I’m at my best. This is why I will be UNSTOPPABLE.”
What did it mean to be unstoppable? I once knew the feeling. Perhaps I could remember it…and have it.
“That word - unstoppable - it has a whole new meaning, today. I went from being in a slump, absolutely nothing going right in my life - to… Angel. To Aaron coming back. To my sister returning. To a victory over the number one contender for the NCW Women’s World Championship. A woman that has pinned you not just once, Joanne; but twice…”
I showed two fingers to the camera, and shook my head a little bit to show Joanne my disapproval for the fact that she was proclaiming herself as better than me, but she couldn’t even get one victory over Emma. Something that I had.
“Everything is going right.”
It’s going to stay that way.
“That’s why when I step into the ring this Sunday, against you and Freya…”
I let off a smirk as I continued to look into the camera, and my voice became a bit more confident… perhaps even slightly more cocky.
“I know how things are going to turn out. They’re going to turn out… just right. When I walk away with my arm raised as the winner. And Joanne - for all the bullsh*t that we’ve been through, I’m not going to lie to you… When I beat you. WHEN. I beat you. You can go to the back of the line! Freya, though. I wish you luck, and it would be nothing less of an honor to face you in a one on one contest.
And.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself…
But Emma, Zelda, whichever one of you two win; you had better start shining that belt… because it’s coming home with me before you know it.”
I was already ahead of myself. I couldn’t afford to think of one match at a time, not with where I was wanting to go with my career… This was just another step for me, a small step. A necessary one. I couldn’t let them beat me - not this month.
*Scene ends.*
{Tara is finally showing signs of life, slowly moving her fingers. Reeshi slides into the ring and runs over, and stomps on Tara's hand, possibly even breaking it. Reeshi shows no remorse as he just laughs at Tara, who's now holding her possibly broken hand.}
*Scene opens up.*
My eyes drifted away from the camera, as the people could see what I was doing… hear… what I was doing. I closed my eyes. It seemed that there was not one part of my mind that was blank - my match. My love. Everything just racing through my mind as I was recalling the past. I gasped, and took in a sharp breath, abruptly opening my eyes… I felt a stinging pain in my right hand, and rubbed it very gently as I bit my bottom lip. “Where was I?” I thought, as I finally looked toward the camera. Remembering where I was. Remembering where I’ve been.
“For as long as I could remember, my wrestling career has been the same old song and dance… Night in, night out. Week in, week out. Year by year. What’s this famous story, you ask? I’ll tell you.”
A famous story that many people like me have gone through.
“The underdog.”
I hated to think about it like this, but my story as the underdog was truer than the story itself. Everything… stacked against me. Everybody… bigger than me. Everybody… more powerful than me. Nobody with as much heart, though.
“The person that everyone looks at and doesn’t believe has a chance at winning because of the size difference that was always there… Because of the natural strength that they possessed over me. What did I do?”
{Tara sits up on both her knees, thinking to herself how she can inflict more pain onto her opponent. She takes a good first step by grabbing the chair, and slamming it into the chest of Reeshi. Reeshi looks glazed over, moving very slowly, so Tara takes advantage by grabbing him by the head, and dragging him to the side of the railing. Tara slaps Reeshi in the face before walking over to the chair she's previously used, but is unsatisfied. She asks a young fan to give her a chair and he easily obliges, giving the chair to Tara. Tara walks over to Reeshi and hits him with another chair shot in the chest, sending Reeshi down to his side. Tara places the new chair in front of Reeshi's face, and she walks back and on top of the other railing. She balances herself perfectly, and then leaps off from one side of the railing to another, driving both of her feet into the chair, and into Reeshi's face!}
“Adapt.”
{He just gives a sick grin, before flipping Tara onto his shoulders, but before he can slam her to the mat, Tara grabs onto a piece of the set above her! Reeshi tries to pull her off, but she is holding on tight, refusing to let go. Reeshi finally lets go of Tara, as Tara pulls herself and sits on top of the part of the stage. Reeshi shakes his head and puts his hands on his waist, telling Tara to come down. The bloody Tara shakes her head, and instead gives Reeshi the middle finger, which angers Reeshi! He begins climbing up the stage and towards Tara, all while Tara begins to unravel something next to her. Reeshi is halfway there, and Tara begins to try to kick him away. Reeshi resists, climbing up to the set Tara is sitting on. Reeshi begins to pull himself over, but Tara has a chain in her hand and she begins to wrap it around Reeshi's neck! Reeshi tries to fight it but Tara has tied it tight and she kicks Reeshi in the face pushing him off, forcing Reeshi to hang from his neck a few feet off the floor!}
"I adapted to the fact that I was smaller than everyone else, and I worked on things where I could excel - I learned the art of submission, and technical wrestling. Keeping my opponent grounded, and wearing them down until they just can’t physically get up, kick out, or have no choice but to tap out… It wasn’t enough, though. The power was still overwhelming; so I needed to learn to stay on my feet, and keep moving… hit them with quick moves, and keep moving. That’s where I picked up my quickness, learned to hit those ropes, and my opponent at any and every angle.”
Any angle, I repeated in my head. My arm finally seemed to stop hurting, after recalling the pain that I was in more than a year ago… It all replayed in my head, and just the thought of the physical punishment that I had endured was enough to make my face cringe. Remembering how it felt to wear that crimson mask… and taste it. I was able to get through it, though.
“It’s part of the game… To adapt.”
I took another deep breath, and my mind finally came to my current skill - not my opponents, no. Not them. I couldn’t be bothered to think about them, at the moment, because all that I could think about was… adapting.
{Tara lies on her face, all while Reeshi lies on his back, eyes closed. The arena is shaking from the fans, possibly motivating Tara to crawl towards the ropes. The blood drips from her nose, but Tara is able to pull herself up to her own two feet. She is unable to keep balance so she falls back first into the corner, as she stares down at a downed Reeshi. She shakes her head, her blood steaming as she walks over and grabs on of the chairs. Her hand is obviously in pain, but she shows no concern, she begins to drive the steel chair into Reeshi's face repeatedly. Tara shows no signs of slowing down, every chairshot is harder then the one before; every shot makes blood splatter across the ring, Reeshi's face now getting swollen and bloody. After ten vicious times of slamming the chair into Reeshi's face, Tara drops the chair and falls to her knees, in a complete and emotional wreck over the whole match and rivalry with Reeshi. She shakes her head, but is in complete and utter shock as Reeshi slowly tries to get up. She shakes her head, but gets over and walks over and grabs him by his head, helping him get up and she puts him in a facelock. She shakes her head, and uses all her energy to run towards the ropes, climb up, flip over and slam the back of Reeshi's head into a chair with the Siren! The emotional Tara hooks the leg of Reeshi, and the referee counts...1...2...3!}
“I’m in… what would best be described as a transitional period. Because of what I’m used to being - I’m used to being that underdog, but for the first time in my career… I’m looking across the ring, and I’m seeing people where I could have an entirely new arsenal - without giving up my current one, mind you.”
Thousands of moves that I could learn came into my mind. A new arsenal of moves that I would actually be able to complete, and show that Emma isn’t the only one who could power bomb an opponent.
“I need to adapt from the underdog; to the top dog.”
There was no mistaking it, even without wanting to boast about myself - even with everybody that didn’t give me the respect that I felt I deserved, I am nearing the top of this mountain.
“There’s more going on in my mind than usual, though…”
I paused to think about everything racing through my head.
“For a long time, I’ve been able to get into that ring and look across at my opponent. I would have nothing else on my mind, just focus solely on my opponent… or opponents… Nothing else mattered to me. Nothing existed outside of that ring the moment that I heard that bell sound to start the match, to the point that the bell sounds to end the match. Nothing existed.
I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m fighting for… What gives me the will to get into that ring, and prove myself to be the greatest wrestler in the history of this industry. What keeps me from staying down. There’s more to it than just the competitors inside the ring, and whatever happens inside that ring… Much more.”
The answer was never given.
“Who am I fighting for?”
I’ve never felt quite so safe as I did in the arms of Angel, right now… we were cuddled together, laying on top of the bed in the hotel room, my head on his chest as I felt his hand running through my hair. I closed my eyes as he held me - I could just feel myself becoming stronger, just knowing the love that he had for me. Part of me couldn’t help but think if the love that he knew I had for him did the same thing. The words rang into my head…to get out…but I shook my head, telling the voice “no”.
Tara:
“Angel…”
My voice, I kept low, dreading that very second where I broke the silence - but rejoicing by the way I was finally able to say it… Smiling over the point that his name was truly what he was to me. An angel. My guardian angel. My savior. I felt his eyes look towards me, and linger on me for several seconds… his breathing slowed.
Angel:
“Yes?”
His voice was so stern, but sweet. I looked up at him, seeing that he was smiling to me - just that smile seemed to make me melt into him.
Tara:
“I’m just thinking.”
I began to lower my head, just to feel his hand come under my chin and lift my head back up so that he could keep staring into my eyes. I blushed. The grin on his face became wider, and I tried to look away, once again, to no avail - I smiled at him, and took his hand with both of mine.
Angel:
“What were you thinking about?”
Tara:
“Just… a reason for me to keep getting in the ring.”
The words the escaped me seemed to puzzle Angel. His hand continued to go through my hair.
Angel:
“Were you thinking of calling it quits?”
I shook my head.
Tara:
“No. Just wondering why I do… and why I can’t call it quits.”
Angel:
“What reason did you come to?”
I paused a moment, unable to take my eyes off of him. His eyes didn’t leave mine, either… My hands stayed on one of his. These few seconds felt like minutes. With our gaze just locked on each other. Again, I broke the silence.
Tara:
“You.”
“I shouldn’t need to say anymore about who I’m fighting for.”
The World Champion.
“Knowing this, knowing who I’m fighting for; knowing that I’m fighting for someone other than just me… that’s what kept me going, each and every night. It allows me to keep getting up, and asking for just a little more punishment. It’s what lets me get up to my feet, stare every woman directly in the eyes before - laying them out.”
I felt my foot begin to itch, just wanting to connect with a Fenixide Kick to someone… Okay, okay. I couldn’t even lie to myself; to Joanne Canelli. I smiled to myself while thinking about this, but tried to ignore it to continue on with speaking to her.
“Joanne Canelli. The woman that just can’t seem to shut up about me, and I won’t deny… I’ve done my fair share of talking about her. I hope that I don’t sound too repetitive by bringing this up, again, but it just gets me a little bit frustrated with her - she doesn’t know the love that I feel. She doesn’t know what Angel means to me, or what Aaron means to me - and she definitely has no idea what WRESTLING means to me! Does it really get in the way? Is it really keeping me from being focused on my upcoming match? I don’t believe it is… As I said, I have something to fight for, now. I have someone to fight for.
I know what it is you’re trying to do, Joanne… You think that you know me because you’ve fought me on several occasions, and on each occasion, you saw me… pissed off. You saw these people fear my name, but respect my name - You saw my emotions get the best of me. Because I couldn’t stay calm long enough to secure a victory. Because I allowed myself to be blinded. I was fighting for myself. I was selfish.
If you really… truly want me at my best, Joanne, you’re going to pray that Angel doesn’t break my heart. Because this is when I’m at my best. This is why I will be UNSTOPPABLE.”
What did it mean to be unstoppable? I once knew the feeling. Perhaps I could remember it…and have it.
“That word - unstoppable - it has a whole new meaning, today. I went from being in a slump, absolutely nothing going right in my life - to… Angel. To Aaron coming back. To my sister returning. To a victory over the number one contender for the NCW Women’s World Championship. A woman that has pinned you not just once, Joanne; but twice…”
I showed two fingers to the camera, and shook my head a little bit to show Joanne my disapproval for the fact that she was proclaiming herself as better than me, but she couldn’t even get one victory over Emma. Something that I had.
“Everything is going right.”
It’s going to stay that way.
“That’s why when I step into the ring this Sunday, against you and Freya…”
I let off a smirk as I continued to look into the camera, and my voice became a bit more confident… perhaps even slightly more cocky.
“I know how things are going to turn out. They’re going to turn out… just right. When I walk away with my arm raised as the winner. And Joanne - for all the bullsh*t that we’ve been through, I’m not going to lie to you… When I beat you. WHEN. I beat you. You can go to the back of the line! Freya, though. I wish you luck, and it would be nothing less of an honor to face you in a one on one contest.
And.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself…
But Emma, Zelda, whichever one of you two win; you had better start shining that belt… because it’s coming home with me before you know it.”
I was already ahead of myself. I couldn’t afford to think of one match at a time, not with where I was wanting to go with my career… This was just another step for me, a small step. A necessary one. I couldn’t let them beat me - not this month.
*Scene ends.*